"Here Mom," he said, running toward me, his little almost-five-year-old hand extended.
"I picked you a flower. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes, it is so beautiful," I replied, not talking about the flower.
"Thank you," I said, not for the dandelion, but for this precious boy before me, sun in his hair, smile on his face and joy in his eyes.
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” --Laura Ingalls Wilder
Another dandelion post.
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